Jeremias 20
1 Da præsten Pasjhur, Immers søn, der var overopsynsmand i HERRENs Hus, hørte Jeremias profetere således,
But when Pashchur the son of Immer the priest, who was chief superintendent in the house of the Lord, heard Jeremiah prophesying these words:
2 slog han ham og lod ham lægge i Blokken i den øvre Benjaminsport i HERRENs Hus.
Then smote Pashchur Jeremiah the prophet, and put him in the stocks that were in the upper gate of Benjamin, which was in the house of the Lord.
3 Men da Pasjhur Dagen efter slap Jeremias ud af Blokken, sagde Jeremias til ham: HERREN kalder dig ikke Pasjhur, men: Trindt-om-er-Rædsel.
And it came to pass on the morrow, that Pashchur brought forth Jeremiah out of the stocks. And Jeremiah said unto him, Not Pashchur [Fulness of Freedom] hath the Lord called thy name, but Magor-missabib [[Terror all around]].
4 Thi så siger HERREN: Se, jeg gør dig til Rædsel for dig selv og for alle dine Venner; de skal falde for deres Fjenders Sværd, og dine Øjne skal se det. Og hele Juda giver jeg i Babels Konges Hånd; han skal føre dem til Babel og hugge dem ned med Sværdet.
For thus hath said the Lord, Behold, I will make thee a terror to thyself, and to all thy friends; and they shall fall by the sword of their enemies, and thy eyes shall see it; and all Judah will I give into the hand of the king of Babylon, and he shall lead them into exile to Babylon, and shall smite them with the sword.
5 Og jeg giver alt denne Bys Gods og al dens Velstand og alle dens koslelige Ting og alle Judas Kongers Skatte i deres fjenders Hånd; de skal rane dem og tage dem og føre dem til Babel.
And I will give up all the wealth of this city, and all its acquisitions, and all its precious things; and all the treasures of the kings of Judah will I give into the hand of their enemies, who shall plunder them, and take them and carry them away to Babylon.
6 Og du Pasjhur og alle, der bor i dit Hus, skal gå i Fangenskab. Du skal komme til Babel; der skal du dø, og der skal du jordes sammen med alle dine Venner, for hvem du har profeteret Løgn.
And thou, Pashchur, and all the inhabitants of thy house, shall go into captivity; and to Babylon shalt thou come, and there thou shalt die, and there shalt thou be buried, thou, and all thy friends, to whom thou hast prophesied with falsehood.
7 Du overtalte mig, HERRE, og jeg lod mig overtale, du tvang mig med Magt. Dagen lang er jeg til Latter, mig håner enhver.
Thou didst persuade me, O Lord, and I was persuaded; thou laidst thy [hand] strongly on me, and didst prevail: I am laughed at all the time, every one mocketh me.
8 Thi så tit jeg faler, må jeg skrige, råbe: "Vold og Overfald!" Thi HERRENs Ord er mig Dagen lang til Skændsel og Spot.
For as often as I speak must I cry out, violence and wasting must I proclaim; because the word of the Lord is become unto me a disgrace, and a derision, all the time.
9 Men tænkte jeg: "Ej vil jeg mindes ham, ej tale mer i hans Navn," da blev det som brændende Ild i mit indre, som brand i mine Ben; jeg er træt, jeg kan ikke mere, jeg evner det ej;
And I thought, I will not make mention of him, and I will not speak any more in his name. But it became in my heart as a burning fire enclosed within my bones, and I was weary with enduring, and I could not overcome it.
10 thi jeg hører mange hviske, trindt om er Rædsel: "Angiv ham!" og: "Vi vil angive ham!" Alle mine Venner lurer på et Fejltrin af mig: "Måske går han i Fælden, så vi får ham i vor Magt, og da kan vi hævne os på ham!"
For I heard the defaming of many, angry assemblies on every side, “Tell, and we will tell of him.” All the men who ought to seek my welfare, watch for my fall; saying, “Peradventure he may he enticed, and we shall prevail against him, and we will then take our revenge on him.”
11 Men HERREN er med mig som en vældig Helt; derfor skal de, som forfølger mig, snuble i Afmagt, højlig beskæmmes, thi Heldet svigter dem, få Skændsel, der aldrig glemmes.
But the Lord is with me as a mighty powerful one; therefore my persecutors will stumble, and they will not prevail: they will be greatly ashamed, for they will not prosper; [it is] an everlasting confusion which will never be forgotten.
12 Du Hærskarers HERRE, som prøver den retfærdige, gennemskuer Nyrer og Hjerte, lad mig skue din Hævn på dem, thi på dig har jeg væltet min Sag.
But, O Lord of hosts, that probest the righteous, seest the reins and the heart, let me see thy vengeance on them; for unto thee have I laid open my cause.
13 Syng for HERREN, lovpris HERREN! Thi han redder den fattiges Sjæl af de ondes Hånd.
Sing unto the Lord, praise ye the Lord; for he hath delivered the soul of the needy from the hand of evil-doers.
14 Forbandet være den Dag, på hvilken jeg fødtes; den Dag, min Moder fødte mig, skal ikke velsignes.
Cursed be the day whereon I was born: the day on which my mother bore me shall not be blessed.
15 Forbandet den Mand, som bragte min Fader det Bud: "Et Barn, en Dreng er født dig!" og glæded ham såre.
Cursed be the man who brought tidings to my father, saying, A man-child is born unto thee. How very glad did he make him!
16 Det gå den Mand som Byerne, HERREN omstyrted uden Medynk; han høre Skrig ved Gry, Kampråb ved Middagstide.
And may that same man become like the cities which the Lord overthrew, and bethought himself not; and may he hear a cry of anguish in the morning, and a tumultuous noise at noontide;
17 At han ej lod mig dø i Moders Liv, så min Moder var blevet min Grav og hendes Moderliv evigt svangert!
Because I was not slain [as I escaped] from the womb; or that my mother might have become unto me my grave, and her womb have been affected with a perpetual pregnancy.
18 Hvi kom jeg af Moders Liv, når jeg kun skulde opleve Møje og Harm, mine Dage svinde i Skam!
Wherefore was this that I came forth out of the womb to see trouble and sorrow, that my days should pass away in shame?
